Madness

Your eyes are vacant. Or maybe hollow.
You walk into the kitchen and I begin to follow.
You speak of leaving, that it's time for you to go.
Reach in the drawer, pull out the knife.
Telling me everything will be alright, after you extinguish your life.
Stop baby please, stop trying to leave.
I need you to breathe, baby please.
Your my whole world, an existence without you I can't conceive.
Pleading to you mentally,
Hoping that you get my message telepathically.
Because my lips can no longer produce speech for me.
I can't speak but I can move forward to stop you.
Wrestle the knife from you, grab your body and never let go.
Look at me. Stop staring at the knife.
I can't take this. I won't ever let you go.
I love you too much. I'm just trying to let you know.
Are you even hearing me? Snap out of the trance.
Do you see what I see? Or just a lone knife across a small distance.
I cannot understand why you so strongly yearn for death.
I tried so hard to make you happy, I did my best.

I kissed you through your tears that night.
Tears of my own began to blur my sight.
I kissed you through your pain and hold you tight.
I feared if I let you go, you'd take your life.
I just needed to stop the madness.
I thought you were pleased when your body was ravaged.
I thought you needed a love that was beyond average.
I didn't see the extension cord until I let you go and you grabbed it.
Reacted too late to stop you from causing yourself bodily damage.
I just had to stop the madness.
I took the risk to bring you back.
Reach out my hand and gave your face a hard slap.
In an attempt to break your suicidal trance.
I just needed to stop the fucking madness.
Shock and fear shown through her eyes.
She just kept saying, "you hit me," as she cried.
There was no reason for my actions in her mind.
She moves away from me, as if she's seen me for the first time.
Shrinks away from the touch that is mine.
The same hands that kept her alive.
But this is the farthest thing from her mind.
Her mouth is set on repeat.
Her lips formed the words of her speech.
Her brain tried to understand desperately.
She just kept saying, "I can't believe you hit me."
But I needed you to live.
I just had to stop the madness.
I just had to stop the fucking madness.  

Broken Spirit

Can you feel the pain of a broken spirit?
Loudness of the voice suffering from anguish.
The screams of a vacant soul, does the universe hear it? 
His heart trapped in the past, because he gave his all into something he hoped would last.
The agony of an emptiness haunts his brain.
He finds there's so much beauty in being distraught and insane. 
Now life's changed, his once warm heart frozen over.
Life is now no longer bearable sober.
The urge arises to scream out to the sky.
But like always he holds it all inside.
Add that stress to his burden.
A burden that chips away at who he is as it hurts him.
To be high is to be free.
Just to escape the burden momentarily.